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Альбом N.A.S.A.


The Spirit Of Apollo (17.02.2009)
17.02.2009
1.
Intro
2.
The People Tree (feat. David Byrne, Chali 2na, Gift of Gab and Z-Trip)
3.
Money (feat. David Byrne, Chuck D, Ras Congo, Seu Jorge and Z-Trip)
4.
N.A.S.A. Music (feat. Method Man, E-40 & DJ Swamp)
5.
Waydown (feat. RZA, Barbie Hatch and John Frusciante)
6.
Hip Hop (feat. KRS-One, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre)
7.
Four Rooms, Earth View
8.
Strange Enough (feat. Karen O, Ol' Dirty Bastard and Fatlip)
9.
Spacious Thoughts (feat. Tom Waits and Kool Keith)
10.
Gifted (feat. Kanye West, Santigold and Lykke Li)
11.
A Volta (feat. Sizzla, Amanda Blank and Lovefoxxx)
12.
There's a Party (feat. George Clinton and Chali 2na)
13.
Whatchadoin? (feat. Spank Rock, M.I.A., Santigold and Nick Zinner)
14.
O Pato (feat. Kool Kojak and DJ Babão)
15.
Samba Soul (feat. Del tha Funkee Homosapien and DJ Qbert)
16.
The Mayor (feat. The Cool Kids, Ghostface Killah, Scarface and DJ AM)
17.
N.A.S.A. Anthem
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Electric Flowers (hidden track; feat. Nina Persson from The Cardigans and RZA)
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Intro

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The People Tree

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Man say the love have money (come on)
so no matter what dem say,
it's the order of the DJ!

Adam said "Eve, now listen to me.
Anything you want you can have.
So be a good girl, and let's make a deal.
Swimming pool and four car garage.
The world is your friend.
The door's opening.
Anything you want that you need.
Whoever you need, they're acting so sweet.
Money changes everything.!"

Money! Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil!
x4

De one dollar bill dat a George washington
Two dollar dat a Thomas Jefferson
Five dollar bill a Abraham Lincoln
Ten dollar bill a Andrew Jackson
Twenty dollar bill a Alexander Hamilton
Big like giant or yah small like dwarf
Small like dwarf or yah big like giant
Fifty dollar bill, say dat a Ulyses Grant
Hundred dollar bill a Benjamin Franklin
Out pon de street there is a lot of killing
Fighting, fussing, blood is spilling
All over the world, man they are grilling
Out pon de street me have fi watch fi me head
In a me pocket and I don't got no bread
Buss up de copper and dem buss up de lead
Each and every day dem find another man dead.

Money! Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil!
x4

I smell the smell going around.
I'm getting pounded in the ground.
With this funny money still cycling around.
You know the Euro, kicking Uncle Sam in the who know
You know, deniro, the root of all evil.
Yeah I know you can't stand it,
Being broker than the Ten Commandments,
And the broker ain't planned this.
Now they talkin' the Amero damn it.
When it come down to it,
Some can see right through it.

Chuck D, sorry that drink's not on me.
You can stick to it, just don't flip to it.
For the sake of money, superstar cars, you see hi-def on somebody's
plasma TV.
Who go from rags to riches and spend their riches on rags,
similar bags with designer name tags.
Be glad you got yourself cause they mad.
They fake, plus they making mad mistakes!
(they tell you your wise,)
You wait and see you can't replace that space.
And I bet money can't keep that smile on your face!

Everybody's nice to you now. (Money!)
Dollars and sense,(You mad at the money that you spent. uh!)
It's fun to do but is it allowed?(sing)
Poor girl in a house of correction.
You're sexy as hell but it won't pay the bills forever.
Bright lights and no information.
Your feet hit the ground, when you lost what you found.

Money! Money, money, money, money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil!
x8

Stay on top!
Make sure you make it,
Make sure that it don't make you!
That goes back old school as far as you can go back.
That's right, you make the money,
Make sure the money don't make you.
Be about something!

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N.A.S.A. Music

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BARBIE HATCH (JOHN FRUSCIANTE):
A little boy from under the ground
He said "Girl won't you come on down
To my way of thinking?
California is sinking
It won't be long now"

Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)

All of my loves they're gathering dust
To the woods with my cold heart he is gone
His eyes were like fire
I burst like a star

Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)

A little boy from under the ground
He said "Girl you're mine now
And you're turning away from this burning
It's all over now"

RZA:
Yo yo yo yo yo
Underground king
Only heard and not seen
Therefore I exist in the deepest of your dreams
No exaggeration
You trapped in my infatuation
I'm like a wiretapping strapping your imagination
Years of love tears of blood
You was up the club like beers and drugs
Now I'm trapped in limbo with your golden fist symbol
See the soul?
Use my eyes for a window
Only death I can escape from this loneliness
The assault of your love is felonious
It was the kiss that broke my narcissist
Still I run this earth like the prison?

BARBIE HATCH (JOHN FRUSCIANTE):
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)
Don't ask me where I've been (way down)

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Hip Hop

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Four Rooms, Earth View

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Strange Enough

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Spacious Thoughts

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(Kanye)
I am known for running my mouth
I will not be accountable for what comes out.
Uh, i don't know I might of said it
I was kinda down in life, get it
N my jacket kinda fresh, bright red n
its usually my pants tight breaded
It seem like everybody dress tight now
n I just want my credit.
Don't get it twisted or dreaded
I am a king that will not be headed
to the mall no time soon brethen
Being broke made my head hurt so
I need the bread or an excedrin.
That a only keep my engine revvin'
While ya'll on 10 im on 11.
Ima make the news be on at 7.
Matter of fact im on this very second.
Im in first and ya'll in second.
And this 1st only add to the freshness
Call up da club tell dem add 2 da guest list.
What you think. Way more *insert*
I can neva be to big for my bridges.
Ya'll mother****ers know who this is
I'm gifted. Merry Christmas.

CHORUS: (Lykke Li)
Im on the inside, down, around today
what comes i'll write it down.
So knock me out of shoes
Keep down with rhymes
Today will stand against the test of time now

Gifted, oh
Gifted, oh oh
Gifted, oh oh oh oh

(Santogold)
Like a said a thousand times. I try to stay ahead.
Know what im fighting for.
I leave you to it
Never seen my kind before
Blame your own self, you get
Following I know i get it
Follow me wont let me get it
Dont let me do nothing else
So much that you be going
*insert* I can't afford it.
Try on the limb wont make me sick
Now i spit it up. 2 hell with it
I need it and a billy goat
*insert line*

Chorus (Lykke Li)
Im on the inside, down, around today
what comes i'll write it down.
So knock me out of shoes
Keep down with rhymes
Today will stand against the test of time
(echo) time

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A Volta

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There's a Party

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Whatcha doin'?

All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop

Now why you lie?
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!

Whatcha doin'?

All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop

Now why you lie?

You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!

My bedro call me over
Like 'where you been my brotha?
What they got you unda?
How's it been I wonda?'
Can't keep you dreams jus' like me
They brush me off then bite me
When I make some money then hike me;
Can not pump this like me
Burn that bridge then white meat
Now these girls they like me
Lemme get no nerd no pussy
Goin' straight to they head like books meet
I take it on like Cooksey
Wait a second that's homegirl callin' me
"Hey girl, I been waitin all day for you"

Whatcha doin?

All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop

Now why you lie?

You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!

Whatcha doin?

All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop

Now why you lie?

You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!

Don't be gettin all loose on bluetooth
What's she gonna blame me on youtube?
Sayin' eat my ass like you do
Or take it in the ass like you do
Cuz where you been, safe haven?
Make them as my skin
And they got this room around me cuz the box they put me in
They want they fast
Hey girl, I got nooses round my neck
They gon' knock this shed from under me for reasons you'll regret
How you gon' dance? put ya leg up
Go head girl, put ya leg up
Go head girl, put ya leg up
Go head girl, put ya leg (like this)

Whatcha doin'?

All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop

Now why you lie?

You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!

Whatcha doin?

All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop

Now why you lie?

You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!
You lie you lie you lie!

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O Pato

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Samba Soul

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The Mayor

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N.A.S.A. Anthem

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Electric Flowers

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